The cows are in an uproar the gig is up.The chickens have all begun to cluck.The fowls chirping over foul play, all day.The goats are butting heads with everything,Deliverance, please, a dose of peace… the noise is never-ending! The snakes are in the grass again.A Conspiracy! The weasels own the coops that be.And apparently, sold … Continue reading Poetry for an Apocalypse: Uprising on the Animal Farm